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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

15 is for Minutes of Fame

(We interrupt the regularly scheduled letter program to bring you a number.)

I got my 15 minutes of fame on TV! Okay, so it was just the school's morning announcements, but hey! IT WAS TV and now, according to my class, I AM FAMOUS!

Everyone likes to feel recognized for the things they do. Yesterday, I got one more of those little rewards that comes with being Teacher of the Year.

So naturally, that means Ms. June (SRP of the year!) and I had to show off our awards to the whole school.

Mrs. Madagan asked everyone watching to tell us congratulations on this great honor. All day long, little ones were waving to me and saying CONGRATULATIONS! from their lines in the hallway.

The best part was at the end of the day. I am one of the people who like to "live" at school so I co-teach extended day third graders.

A little bilingual girl was having some vocabulary issues:
Her: Are you Ms. Butler?
Me: I'm Ms. Buck-ler.
Her: Yeah, whatever. I saw you on the morning announcements and I wanted to tell you...I forget that I'm happy that you got that award.
Me: Were you looking for the word "congratulations"?
Her: Yeah that! I'm that for you!

One of my other little friends and I had this exchange:
Him: Ms. Buckler, I'm sorry you're sick.
Me: Thanks, but I'm not sick.
Him: Oh, well I saw you on the morning announcements and you didn't look so good.
Me: (            )
Him: Well, congratulations anyway.

I am trying my very best to not let all of this fame go to my head.

Monday, December 13, 2010

P is for Proclamation

Receiving our Proclamations from Manny Funez and Mayor McDuffy

Cheesing in the wind and cold

It looks so official!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

N is for Naughty List

I love the conversations kids have when they don't think an adult is listening. 

I ESPECIALLY love these conversations they have when they don't think an adult is listening at Christmas time.

My little darlings were debating the opinion that the "gooder" you are the more presents you get from Santa. They also did an informal survey of who has actually gotten coal.

One worried little friend came up to me after lunch with a very concerned expression.

Student: Ms. Buckler, can you get off of Santa's naughty list the same year you get on it?
Me: I think my brother did it one year. He was pretty naughty.
Student: The same year? Or did he have to wait till the next year?
Me: Why? Are you worried?
Student: Yeah, kinda.

Me: I guess you'll just have to wait and see.  

He would not tell me what he feels so guilty about.